White Winter

This Christmas, I would like to put up a tree in my heart, and instead of hanging presents, I would like to put the names of all my friends.

Close friends and not so close friends.

The old friends and the new friends.

Those that I see every day and the ones that I rarely see. The ones that I always remember and the ones that I sometimes forget. 

The ones that are always there and the ones that seldom are.

Friends who, without meaning to, I have hurt, or, without meaning to have hurt me. 

Those that I know well and those I only know by name.

A tree with very deep roots and very long and strong branches so that their names may never be plucked from my heart.

These are my sincere wishes....